I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other.

Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature.

Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano.

They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person’s spine.

Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves.

Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately, fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables, like marionettes playing human harpsichords.

These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret, as yet unbidden DNA sequences, which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee.

After an incident my finger and toe nails have to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.

There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly, as well.

Inter dimensional leaking occurs and one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself.

Are we being programmed?

What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords?

We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.

Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension?

Pranks predominate.

Objects disappear to return days later in strange places, and there's always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes.

On a Tuesday afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house, passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots, each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants, tropical in nature and in full bloom.

I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step. 

Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over.

The wide elephant, ear-like leaves and tall orange-red flower tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second.

I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization.

I would likely need entity removal, aura cleaning and protection, for in addition to poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: vivid nightly evil nightmares, and a sense of pervading anxiety.

And all of these nightmares began closely AFTER my sightings of overhead UFOs and suddenly awakening and recalling tiny snippets of nighttime abductions.

Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best defense.

Who, in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with?

Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people.

Why did things get worse?

In despair and confusion, (the plants overturned, overwhelmed me with classic poltergeist shock  sudden and profound).

I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.

Asks for a sign from God

“God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign.”

I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.

The next day, on route to work following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn, and high over the street of cars, saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead, as if attracted by garbage or a dumpster, although none was in evidence.

As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me.

It lasted maybe two seconds.

(Illustration by Matthew Whiting.)

Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it’s significance.

After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull.

I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.

Had I been given that sign the very next morning?

I decided to be skeptical but not cynical.

What would be a critical test?

I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate, not a sign that I asked for.

 In my minds-eye, I was haunted with an emblazoned  afterimage, a close up of that bird's black beadlike eye as it skimmed my windshield.

Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast, so fixed in my mind?

For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere.

I never saw one bird.

I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it gave me the courage and the confidence to feel protected, in this fight, against the unseen harassing -alien-entities.

BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

                                                           JUNG's 

"Flying Saucers : A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies" (Paperback)

The first English edition was in print, published in 1959.

"Flying Saucers, A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies", is controversial psychoanalyst C.G. Jung's floundering attempt to embrace the UFO phenomenon with a stilted logic that does not exist in the UFO realm.

Like many who have not actually seen UFOs   nor have had bizarre alien encounters with non-human intelligences, Jung cannot, or will not, wrap his mind around the literal truth of reported worldwide experiences of UFOs and their alien pilots, singularities of his 'reality'.

Reading this book, seeing his thoughts emerge on paper, one can see his struggle  intellectually with indigestible experiences of high strangeness with aliens; his explanations seem stranger and weirder than  the actual phenomenon itself!



Jung holds that alien UFO technological craft which morph into different shapes, wink out and reappear and transport human abductees are a mere projection of mankind's "collective unconscious".

He states that although secularized Western Civilization's Every Man has lost belief in any paranormal God of Christianity/ Judaism that, nonetheless, the human psyche has a religious, myth-making function which is unconscious in nature and which cannot be turned off.

Jung's seems clearly baffled for he postulates that at our core, even in especially "rational" or especially atheistic modern thinking human beings, is a deep, secret religious longing.

A "conflict occurs", he claims, because the conscious mind has rejected God; thus, the "collective unconscious" 'compensates' for this, by projecting illusions, hallucinations of UFOs as well as hallucinations of the alien beings who pilot them. 

The lengths that such uninitiated minds to UFO/alien realities will go, to explain away such things, is rather quite remarkable, and Jung is a sure example of such debunker oriented minds.

To Jung, the global phenomenon of reported UFOs and their alien beings is a mere 'projection' of our unconscious desire; we 'create' an ersatz psychological substitute for God. 

I think I can grasp this feeble attempt of Jung, towards a psychological metaphor, for whether it's  enmasse looking for God, or attending group UFO sky watching, we ARE still looking 'up'.

But Jung further also goes on to connect people who see UFOs and who report the abduction phenomenon with the universal anxieties they have, created by World War II and the Cold War, a silly psychological surmise that pales, beside the monumental evidences of Earth's alien reality.

Somehow, human fears are transformed, according to Jung, to become reduced into the mind's unreal projections of flying saucers, in his words, "a modern myth of things seen in the sky".

 Jung, who refutes UFOs and aliens, on a sheer symbolic level, exhibits little common  sense  or innate horse sense.

UFO observations, though non-religious by nature, DO encompass a similarity to the "spiritual" or semi-religious dimension, in many tangential ways:

Part of the phenomenon does involve astral abductions; one's body is left behind in a car, or in bed, and one's spiritual essences are extracted, 'vibrated' out of one's body..

One reports seeing one's body receding below as one is ascending into an overhead craft..

One's astral essences , in abductions, maintain all of one's personality traits and idiosyncratic fine judgmental qualities.

As well, some power seeking abductees have surely assumed the roles of purported prophets, who bring messages of occult truth and shaman- like salvation from  aliens, who in effect become new gods.

There IS a strong connection between the ideas of abductees and those native to the ideas of Theosophy.

And there ARE strong similarities between the predatory spiritual treatment of abductees by aliens, and the too easily dismissed  notions of demonic possession.

However, Jung goes much further than symbolic associations by connecting UFOs to his personal more contentious idea of a LITERAL collective unconscious, its "projections" and its "archetypes".

To his mind, a flying saucer is an archetype, compared to the mandala, its round shape a universal symbol of' wholeness'.

Jung is always however sufficiently unclear as to whether he regards these psychic projections in some sense real, or whether they are to his thinking sheer internal, subjective illusions.

He does not elucidate whether he sees UFOs as hallucinations, or if they may then exist as physical entities

Jung leads one to believe that he sees the supernatural in a literal sense, but that he would never say this explicitly, because of his trained "scientific" pretenses.


He may have  seen himself as a psychological prophet of the occult's salvation or  as its apologist.

The rest of his book is even more far-fetched; Jung makes more highly subjective and idiosyncratic analysis of  dreams and paintings that do in some way deal with UFOs.

Jung painfully squeezes all kinds of "mythological" symbolism from them and finally  goes on to

review the quasi-religious musings of an abductee, Orfeo Angelucci, whom he calls "naive".

The similarities between the messages received by Orfeo from aliens, to certain religious notions, are indeed somewhat striking.

But, The Collective Unconscious? !

A better explanation is that "naive" Orfeo had been reading Theosophical literature...

I can't say I was convinced by any of Jung's thinking .

"Flying Saucers", gives one a glimpse of how Jung approached UFO paranormal experiences as a mythical quasi-religious phenomena, for he painfully could not accept or understand these experiences, at face value.


If I were able to write him a letter, it would say:

"Dear Carl,

 I have for years, personally had contact, seen these entities and their craft mentioned by so many other abductees the world over, and seen them eyeball-to eyeball.

You're a P.H.D. trained to be simple minded,  yet one with enough intellectual gall  to preach  that UFOs and aliens are fictional imaginings,  which the world now knows to be pure horseapples, such that P.H.D., in your case stands for Piled High and Deep.

I know, for a certainty, having passed many psychiatric and neurological medical exams, that I am not schizophrenic, nor mentally ill, hallucinating, paranoid or suffering brain lesions, for having experienced these alien beings eyeball-to-eyeball, aboard  their craft during abductions since I was a child.

Without question, these encounters clearly contradict everything that you (and I )have ever learned or been told by clearly uninformed others.

  I have been an abductee and researcher for forty years and well know  that your dismissal of UFOs as symbolic mandalas is a mistaken analytical  contrivance, to explain away a reality that you could not logically conceive of.

 Thomas Jefferson, likewise   an also otherwise brilliant man, refused to accept presumed  recorded and documented meteorite accounts, as he logically and also mistakenly believed that rocks, " could never float in the air to then later, fall and come down".

 I have had on-going interactions with non-human UFO beings since I was a young child, and after forty years of such experiences and much research I share with you what I have gleaned.

 There are only two predominate alien categories visiting us, essentially : those brilliantly malevolent, and those who won't get involved.

Sanguine, Pollyanna thinking is puerile ,  concerning true alien motives and tactics, who as good gameskeepers never let the animals within this preserve, that we call, "Earth", suspect that it is indeed, a preserve.

 Aliens  and their craft are as equally inter-dimensional as they are inter-galactic.

In addition, when commonly seen UFOs wink out and reappear, they have already traveled to and then returned back, in time. They are the masters of our Universe.
Some of these sinister beings seek to infuse their dis-corporate energies into our multilayered psyches, and represent joy-riding lamprey parasites of human consciousness, itself.

  Aliens ride the reincarnation roller coaster along with us, exploiting our spiritual quantum, a quality that we as a race , are barely aware of.

The full alien truth, is down a long hall, and somewhere else, for we are seen by them, as merely perfunctory, not unlike the way that we see poultry.

You cannot see your alien nose upon your face and thus assert that your alien nose is UNIVERSALLY not there, but is instead a projected UFO  nasal image from  an inner mental conflict.

I, assure you that your UFO nose, contrary to your opinion, is UNIVERSALLY, in fact, actually there, perched between your eyes and mouth.

To persist in such pseudo scientific assertions, to an alien abducted person, one who has  seen UFOs and aliens, is an inane attempt, one that denies, contradicts  and explains away, many others direct experiences with such beings.

Such convoluted persistence is more than useless: it is damaging disinformation.

Your crippled faculties reveal a paltry understanding of  humankind's history of alien/ UFO interactions, clearly beyond your own limited  grasp .

A formally trained psychiatrist's postulations, in this paranormal realm, is as useless as teats on a bull....

While you argue that one's UFO nose  ISN'T really there, I and other  abductees, hold ourselves up, as a mirror to you, to point out obvious physical snouts and sinuses.

Our remarkably similar worldwide alien/UFO experiences, refute  your useless -pseudo- logical analysis, and
we hold our UFO noses up high, a posture of indignation, at your notion that we do imagine our alien noses.

You're not a singularity of cynicism;  according to one eloquent abductee:

" A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality."

To me, to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the UFOs in our skies, is quite an amazing thing, in itself.

She, the abductee, continues:

"The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form."

Knowing the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; "we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind."

Aliens and their craft exist.

My expanded consciousness and mental abilities are merely the outcome of my contacts with them.

To again quote this author-abductee:

"Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality."

Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer:

lasers,

fiber optics,

nuclear power,

ultrasound uses

cold fusion anti gravity,

microwaves,

stealth technology,

nanotechnology,

microchips,

specialized surgical tools,

cloning-genetic engineering-

and most recently we scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments.

All of these magical technologies were successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.



But, aliens aboard UFOs in reptilian and in grey form,  see us in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens, as a crop to be harvested and farmed,  not a species to be elevated to  equanimity.

Sincerely yours,

Paul Schroeder"

Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 

Paul's BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

God is responsible for the spiritual entities within our bodies, and more likely, aliens are the most likely candidates for the geniuses behind the amazing nanotech DNA which designs our life form physical bodies; there is no argument required.

The alien silhouette fingerprints, within our DNA, point to evidence that we were not ordained to this planet, by God, but by aliens , a newly revealed history and destiny for us, in this universe.

 God, is also true  but the Bible as a touchstone of "HIM", with its myths and tales has no place in this amended and raised human consciousness for reptilian aliens masqueraded as God in ancient times.

God imbues all physical DNA contrived sentient life with sparks of His spirit.

There are, however, beyond belief, many predominant planets whose entire intelligent life forms are spiritual entities, who  no physical DNA required to house their spirit beings.

Our physical world is, amazingly, an anomaly, by virtue of the sheer numbers of many such noncorporeal worlds, by comparison.

Does human DNA reflect a computer code, of proteins and time-release enzymes, an alien nanotech, and thus a no longer hidden fingerprint, of our "Creator".

Scientists have found that our genetic code has all of these key computer code elements.

"The coding regions of DNA," expostulates Dr. Stephen Meyer, "have exactly the same relevant properties as a computer code or language" (quoted by Strobel, p. 237, The Case for a Creator, 2004)

Whose mind or what entity could shrink and miniaturize such information and place our DNA's enormous number of 'letters' in their correct sequence as a genetic building block instruction manual?

Could evolution in itself have progressively come up with a nanotech system like this?

It is difficult to fathom, but the quantum of information in our human DNA is roughly comparably equal to 12 sets of The Encyclopedia Britannica-an amazing 384 volumes worth of detailed data that would fill 48 feet long of required library shelves

Yet in their precise size-only two millionths of a millimeter thick-a teaspoon of DNA, according to molecular biologist Michael Denton, has "all the information needed to build the proteins for all the species of organisms that have ever lived on the earth, and there would still be enough room left for all the information in every book ever written" (Evolution: A Theory in Crisis, 1996,

 p. 334).

Intelligent Design of our Human DNA

As scientists began to unravel and decode the human DNA molecule, they found something amazingly unexpected-a computer programmer's exquisite 'language' composed of some 3 billion genetic letters.

"One of the most extraordinary discoveries of the twentieth century," says Dr. Stephen Meyer, director of the Center for Science and Culture at the Discovery Institute in Seattle, Wash., "was that DNA actually stores information-the detailed instructions for assembling proteins-in the form of a four-character digital code" (quoted by Lee Strobel, The Case for a Creator, 2004, p. 224).

As George Williams explains it: "The gene is a package of information, not an object. The pattern of base pairs in a DNA molecule specifies the gene. But the DNA molecule is the medium, it's not the message" (quoted by Johnson, p. 70).

Design from an intelligent source

To any discerning mind, this type of nanotech high-level information originates only from a technologically advanced intelligent source.

As Lee Strobel explains: "The data at the core of life is not disorganized, it's not simply orderly like salt crystals, but it's complex and specific information that can accomplish a bewildering task-the building of biological machines that far outstrip human technological capabilities" (p. 244).

"For example, the precise nature of this genetic language is such that the average error that is not caught turns out to be one error per 10 billion letters.

If an error occurs in one of the most important parts of the code, in the genes, it causes diseases such as sickle-cell anemia. Yet even the best and most apt typist in the world couldn't come close to making only one mistake per 10 billion letters-far from it."

Michael Behe, a biochemist and professor at Pennsylvania's Lehigh University, explains that DNA genetic data is primarily an instructionmanual.

He reasons: "Consider a step-by-step list of [genetic] instructions. A mutation is a change in one of the lines of instructions. So instead of saying, "Take a 1/4-inch nut," a mutation might say, "Take a 3/8-inch nut." Or instead of "Place the round peg in the round hole," we might get "Place the round peg in the square hole" . . . What a mutation cannot do is change all the instructions in one step-say, [providing instructions] to build a fax machine instead of a radio" (Darwin's Black Box, 1996, p. 41).

We therefore have, in our human genetic code, a complex instruction manual  eloquently designed by a more highly intelligent source than even the genius of human beings.

The God agnostic and recently deceased Francis Crick, one of the discoverers of DNA, after decades of work deciphering it, admitted that:

"an honest man, armed with all the knowledge available to us now, could only state that in some sense, the origin of life appears at the moment to be almost a miracle, so many are the conditions which would have had to have been satisfied to get it going" (Life Itself, 1981, p. 88, emphasis added).

Dean Kenyon, a biology professor who repudiated his earlier book on Darwinian evolution-because of discoveries of information found in DNA-states: "This new realm of molecular genetics (is) where we see the most compelling evidence of design on the Earth" (ibid., p. 221).

As well, one of the world's most famous atheists, Professor Antony Flew, admitted that he couldn't explain how DNA was created and developed through evolution.

He now sees the demanding need for an intelligent source to have been involved in the making of our human DNA code.

"What I think the DNA material has done is show that intelligence must have been involved in getting these extraordinary diverse elements together," he said (quoted by Richard Ostling, "Leading Atheist Now Believes in God," Associated Press report, Dec. 9, 2004).

" I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . ."

Written some thousands of years ago, King David's words about our alien constructed human bodies seems most true.

He wrote:

"For You formed my inward parts, You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . . My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought. . ." (Psalm 139:13-15, emphasis added).

Where does all this deposit the theory of evolution?

Michael Denton, an agnostic scientist, concludes: "Ultimately the Darwinian theory of evolution is no more nor less than the great cosmogenic myth of the twentieth century" (Denton, p. 358).

Thus we are left like a precipitate out of a solution with an astounding Creator notion that every life-form on Earth, carries a similar and related genetic code as our extraterrestrial maker and that evolution is hardly what we deduce that it is it .

This discovery shall shake our roots of humanity and confirm or deny our beliefs, both in our concept of a Creator as well as in our own concept of our destiny.

Within this very paradigm, all forms of life farmed throughout the Universe may well be seen as an enormous molecular nanotech creation by a intelligent Creator using amino acid thoughts expressed mathematically.

Crick, DNA's discoverer, perhaps, said it best:

"Life did not evolve first on Earth, a highly advanced civilization became threatened so they devised a way to pass on their existence.

They genetically-modified their DNA and sent it out from their planet on bacteria or meteorites with the hope that it would collide with another planet.

It did, and that's why we're here.

The DNA molecule is the most efficient information storage system in the entire universe.

The immensity of complex, coded and precisely sequenced information is absolutely staggering. The DNA evidence speaks of intelligent, information-bearing design.

Complex DNA coding would have been necessary for even the hypothetical first ‘so-called' simple cell(s).

Our DNA was encoded with messages from that other civilization.

They programmed the molecules so that when we reached a certain level of intelligence, we would be able to access their information, and they could therefore "teach" us about ourselves, and how to progress.

For life to form by chance is mathematically virtually impossible."

Right: A carbon nanotube. Copyright Prof. Vincent H. Crespi Department of Physics Pennsylvania State University.

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL he saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.  Then, he knew  that they were interested in an essence he never suspected that he had; a soul. Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that  can be used to thwart further attacks.

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with people, to avoid the death that they fear and  to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls ,stuck to your energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

JUNG's "Flying Saucers : A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies" (Paperback)

The first English edition was in print, published in 1959.

"Flying Saucers, A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies", is controversial psychoanalyst C.G. Jung's floundering attempt to embrace the UFO phenomenon with a stilted logic that does not exist in the UFO realm.

Like many who have not actually seen UFOs   nor have had bizarre alien encounters with non-human intelligences, Jung cannot, or will not, wrap his mind around the literal truth of reported worldwide experiences of UFOs and their alien pilots, singularities of his 'reality'.

Reading this book, seeing his thoughts emerge on paper, one can see his struggle  intellectually with indigestible experiences of high strangeness with aliens; his explanations seem stranger and weirder than  the actual phenomenon itself!



Jung holds that alien UFO technological craft which morph into different shapes, wink out and reappear and transport human abductees are a mere projection of mankind's "collective unconscious".

He states that although secularized Western Civilization's Every Man has lost belief in any paranormal God of Christianity/ Judaism that, nonetheless, the human psyche has a religious, myth-making function which is unconscious in nature and which cannot be turned off.

Jung's seems clearly baffled for he postulates that at our core, even in especially "rational" or especially atheistic modern thinking human beings, is a deep, secret religious longing.

A "conflict occurs", he claims, because the conscious mind has rejected God; thus, the "collective unconscious" 'compensates' for this, by projecting illusions, hallucinations of UFOs as well as hallucinations of the alien beings who pilot them.

To Jung, the global phenomenon of reported UFOs and their alien beings is a mere 'projection' of our unconscious desire; we 'create' an ersatz psychological substitute for God. 

We are still looking 'up'......

Jung further also goes on to connect people who see UFOs and the abduction phenomenon with the universal anxieties they have that were created by World War II and the Cold War.

Somehow, human fears are transformed, become reduced into projections of flying saucers, in his words, "a modern myth of things seen in the sky".

 Jung means of all this on a sheer symbolic level, with no innate horse sense.

UFO observations, though non-religious by nature, DO encompass a similarity to the "spiritual" or semi-religious dimension, in many tangential ways:

Part of the phenomenon does involve astral abductions; one's body is left behind in a car, or in bed, and one's spiritual essences are extracted, 'vibrated' out of one's body..

One reports seeing one's body receding below as one is ascending into an overhead craft..

One's astral essences , in abductions, maintain all of one's personality traits and idiosyncratic fine judgmental qualities.

As well, some power seeking abductees have surely assumed the roles of purported prophets, who bring messages of occult truth and shaman- like salvation from  aliens, who in effect become new gods.

There IS a strong connection between the ideas of abductees and those native to the ideas of Theosophy.

And there ARE strong similarities between the predatory spiritual treatment of abductees by aliens, and the too easily dismissed  notions of demonic possession.

However, Jung goes much further than symbolic associations by connecting UFOs to his personal more contentious idea of a LITERAL collective unconscious, its "projections" and its "archetypes".

To his mind, a flying saucer is an archetype, compared to the mandala, its round shape a universal symbol of' wholeness'.

Jung is always however sufficiently unclear as to whether he regards these psychic projections in some sense real, or whether they are to his thinking sheer internal, subjective illusions.

He does not elucidate whether he sees UFOs as hallucinations, or if they may then exist as physical entities

Jung leads one to believe that he sees the supernatural in a literal sense, but that he would never say this explicitly, because of his trained "scientific" pretenses.


He may have  seen himself as a psychological prophet of the occult's salvation or  as its apologist.

The rest of his book is even more far-fetched; Jung makes more highly subjective and idiosyncratic analysis of  dreams and paintings that do in some way deal with UFOs.

Jung painfully squeezes all kinds of "mythological" symbolism from them and finally  goes on to

review the quasi-religious musings of an abductee, Orfeo Angelucci, whom he calls "naive".

The similarities between the messages received by Orfeo from aliens, to certain religious notions, are indeed somewhat striking.

But, The Collective Unconscious? !

A better explanation is that "naive" Orfeo had been reading Theosophical literature...

I can't say I was convinced by any of Jung's thinking .

"Flying Saucers", gives one a glimpse of how Jung approached UFO paranormal experiences as a mythical quasi-religious phenomena, for he painfully could not accept or understand these experiences, at face value.

If I were able to write him a letter, it would say:

"Dear Carl,

 I have for years, personally had contact, seen these entities and their craft mentioned by so many other abductees the world over, and seen them eyeball-to eyeball.

You're a P.H.D. trained to be simple minded,  yet one with enough intellectual gall  to preach  that UFOs and aliens are fictional imaginings,  which the world now knows to be pure horseapples, such that P.H.D., in your case stands for Piled High and Deep.

I know, for a certainty, having passed many psychiatric and neurological medical exams, that I am not schizophrenic, nor mentally ill, hallucinating, paranoid or suffering brain lesions, for having experienced these alien beings eyeball-to-eyeball, aboard  their craft during abductions since I was a child.

Without question, these encounters clearly contradict everything that you (and I )have ever learned or been told by clearly uninformed others.

  I have been an abductee and researcher for forty years and well know  that your dismissal of UFOs as symbolic mandalas is a mistaken analytical  contrivance, to explain away a reality that you could not logically conceive of.

 Thomas Jefferson, likewise   an also otherwise brilliant man, refused to accept presumed  recorded and documented meteorite accounts, as he logically and also mistakenly believed that rocks, " could never float in the air to then later, fall and come down".

 I have had on-going interactions with non-human UFO beings since I was a young child, and after forty years of such experiences and much research I share with you what I have gleaned.

 There are only two predominate alien categories visiting us, essentially : those brilliantly malevolent, and those who won't get involved.

Sanguine, Pollyanna thinking is puerile ,  concerning true alien motives and tactics, who as good gameskeepers never let the animals within this preserve, that we call, "Earth", suspect that it is indeed, a preserve.

 Aliens  and their craft are as equally inter-dimensional as they are inter-galactic.

In addition, when commonly seen UFOs wink out and reappear, they have already traveled to and then returned back, in time. They are the masters of our Universe.
Some of these sinister beings seek to infuse their dis-corporate energies into our multilayered psyches, and represent joy-riding lamprey parasites of human consciousness, itself.

  Aliens ride the reincarnation roller coaster along with us, exploiting our spiritual quantum, a quality that we as a race , are barely aware of.

The full alien truth, is down a long hall, and somewhere else, for we are seen by them, as merely perfunctory, not unlike the way that we see poultry.

You cannot see your UFO nose upon your face and thus assert that your nose is UNIVERSALLY not there, but is instead a projected  nasal image from  an inner mental conflict.

I, assure you that your UFO nose, contrary to your opinion, is UNIVERSALLY, in fact, actually there, perched between your eyes and mouth.

To persist in such pseudo scientific assertions, to an alien abducted person, one who has  seen UFOs and aliens, is an inane attempt, one that denies, contradicts  and explains away, many others direct experiences of such things.

Such convoluted persistence is more than useless: it is damaging disinformation.

Your crippled faculties reveal a paltry understanding of  humankind's history of alien/ UFO interactions, clearly beyond your own limited  grasp .

A formally trained psychiatrist's postulations, in this paranormal realm, is as useless as teats on a bull....

While you argue that one's UFO nose  ISN'T really there, I and other  abductees, hold ourselves up, as a mirror to you, to point out obvious physical snouts and sinuses.

Our remarkably similar worldwide alien/UFO experiences, refute  your useless -pseudo- logical analysis, and
we hold our noses up high, in indignation, at your notion that we do imagine our noses.

You're not a singularity of cynicism;  according to one eloquent abductee:

" A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality."

To me, to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the UFOs in our skies, is quite an amazing thing, in itself.

She, the abductee, continues:

"The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form."

Knowing the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; "we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind."

Aliens and their craft exist.

My expanded consciousness and mental abilities are merely the outcome of my contacts with them.

To again quote this author-abductee:

"Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality."

Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer:

lasers,

fiber optics,

nuclear power,

ultrasound uses

cold fusion anti gravity,

microwaves,

stealth technology,

nanotechnology,

microchips,

specialized surgical tools,

cloning-genetic engineering-

and most recently we scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments.

All of these magical technologies were successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.



But, aliens aboard UFOs in reptilian and in grey form,  see us in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens, as a crop to be harvested and farmed,  not a species to be elevated to  equanimity.

Sincerely yours,

Paul Schroeder"

Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 

Paul's BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

When I was younger, I was distressed and frantic about my sightings of overhead UFOs; confused and alarmed by accompanying, concurrent paranormal experiences, I by fortuitous chance, stumbled upon Derrel Sims.

He was patient, wise and reassuring to me, over the telephone.

Well known, as an "Alien Hunter", Derrel seemed omnipresent throughout the World Wide Web of the Internet ; he was very busily engaged in helping alien abductees.

Nonetheless, I held on for an hour, sure that he was too tired to return my many calls.

I had seen a virtual flotilla of round craft assemble overhead and had suffered repeated nightmare like "dreams", vivid recollections of aliens and of abductions. I had sat, eyeball to eyeball with a telepathic being, a Gumby character with long arms and legs, who had flashed a tidal wave of LOVE, at me, at one point.

All of him was visible except for his eyes, which were clouded and obscured by his willpower, for me not to see his eyes.

I still wonder why his eyes were purposefully removed, blurred for me to observe or regard.

I am still ambivalent about how to accept, or whether to embrace that vividly recalled wave of telepathic LOVE.

Modern abductees report that during their abductions on board craft, they often see a frightening alien race.

These beings radiates rage and hatred, and appear to be overlords of the many alien races who frequent the crossroads of Earth for salvage, and  to abduct humans and these beings command and pilot UFOs.

Small greys, who act in unison like robots, are work beings, designed and created and labeled,'synthetic'.

There are  similar descriptions of these overlords:

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven or eight feet tall, scaled reptilian beings, with webbing between their claws, who have yellow/red cat-like eyes, upright saurian 'monitor lizards', Mothmen, alien reptilians who looked upon us, as we fancied veal.

(That may completely explain the alien- 'God-ordered' Kosher dietary laws; strictly  control what human animals eat,( as we do with beef and snails fed strictly on corn) and you make them more edible. )

At Bud Hopkins' house, during Saturday evening meetings, I learned that abductees had also somehow  gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of..

It was a chilling story I was to hear 

repeatedly, echoed elsewhere, like Rod Serling's Twilight Zone episode,"To Serve Man", where our importance as a race in the Universe is that of a mere condiment.

It re framed correctly, the true 

modus operandi behind this particular alien type and its ancient and continuing interaction/visitations with mankind.

We were NOT the top of the food chain!

Unhappy evidence suggested that most people who entered an alien spaceship did not remember it or even know what had happened to them, except in recalled 'dreams', or under medical hypnosis .

Few people can even remember or carefully examine their dreams, dreams lost as they struggle into consciousness each morning.

I had called him, in near hysterics; I had seen, eyeball-to-eyeball, alien entities.

 I told him that I had recalled being onboard an alien craft, with a larger mass abduction group of 'sleeping' people, and had recalled seeing our Moon and Earth visible amidst stars, from the craft's window; later, unseen poltergeist activity, a paranormal chaos, had erupted in my house.

I had experienced being vibrated out of my body, in my bed; while my whole body had electrically tingled, I had seen two bodies, one slowly rising out of my body, while another remained on my bed, face up.

I also recalled that while I had been onboard an alien craft, I had been subjected to a  fun-house series of worst scenario, vivid nightmarish like 'scenes', as though one were the main character, in a staged filmset.

These sceanrios were imposed, and enveloping as 3-D holographs; each one edged towards a test or type of "exam".

Within each dreamstate scenario, one was  tested, measured and assessed,  recorded, for emotional and cognitive psychological reactions to the situation presented before one.

The back of the brain seemed detached from the front, where one's shoe hung before one, and one could strain but could not quite discern just what precisely it was.

I thought that I had begun to lose my mind to fear, in the full realization of all these bizarre recalled experiences and I told Derrel so.

During many of these conversations, over many months, he tried to assuage my extreme trepidations and to replace them with a mindset of courage and small acts of resistance.

He had unblocked my fears, directly describing the abducting alien entities that I had seen: "tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby character, highly telepathic and sinisterly controlling."

I also recalled the presences of smaller, very dark greys, sinister and mind controlling; they had amazing telepathic powers.

They were diminuitive and mean spirited and could both read my mind and control my mind.

Resisting their mind control, a paralyzing tsunami of extreme fear, was like running down an up escalator, like swimming against the current of rapids.

It WAS possible.

Once, onboard a craft, I had managed to wander into a 'wrong' room and had been slammed sideways by a sudden Niagara of "terror".

Agog, I looked all about for the source of this sudden, overwhelming flood of terror and I realized that the avalanche of terror emanated from a very small mean faced scowling  dark creature who was off in a far corner.

Derrel had assured me that I was not alone; though these beings characteristically micro managed many people's lives, throughout, I could, he said, now put a stop to it all.

When I asked him about what motives, purposes these entities had, in such encounters, he gave me the metaphor of 'farmers milking cows' as an overview.

To him, this metaphor distilled the precise relationship between alien entities and all of the human beings who they abducted.

He went on to tell me, in subsequent conversations, that he had learned that the traces of post-abduction are as subtle as fast growing hair and fingernails, as dramatic as a detectable luminous phosphorescence," alien touches", revealed under black light, on an alien abductee's skin.

He had noticed, he told me, that alien abductees had higher serotonin levels than other people and these people were resistant to pain killers, like Novocain, and could even awaken during surgery.

This higher level of serotonin, he said, may make it easier for aliens to 'contact' these people.

He was fearless, seeking creative resistances to abductions and pointedly asked me, "Why not turn the tables on these aliens, and abduct one of them?!"

He assured me that aliens often made lots of mistakes and were clearly sloppy in many of the abductions; people were alerted to and recalled these episodes rather than forgot them.

He had even played a game of "Manchurian Candidate" with abducting alien entities, using his tools of hypnotherapy to plant 'spies' within their midst and their crafts, using abductees as his ears and eyes.

He told me about the experience he had, when he had tried a unique experiment .

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He had taken a row of pre-selected abductees, had put them all in a light trance and in a light state of altered consciousness, had put in a post hypnotic suggestion, buried in amnesia, with a target trigger.

They would all pass the initial alien mind scan; they could not reveal what they themselves did not know.

All were programmed to release an accusatorial finger pointing indictment at the aliens and break the short psychic leash.

When they were within twenty inches of their captors, always just out of sight, the statement would be released and triggered. They would come out of their mind controlled fugue and they would ask,

"why are you doing these terrible things to innocent people!?"

Within five days the results were in.

In the delivery of that sentence, the trance had been broken and each abductee could clearly see that they had faced a small, dark, large-eyed creature.

One member had said that for the first time in over thirty years of her abductions, the alien had become enraged and livid, violently angry, something she had never seen before.

The response from all had been identical, instantly chilling in its vindictiveness:

"Tell Derrel, we're going to come for him and his son." .......

I had shivered in fear, long ago, when Derrel related this to me; I held him in my esteem as one of the bravest people I had ever stumbled across in my long journey to understand and integrate my experiences with these same entities.



I highly recommend buying and reading this newest book by Derrel Sims; it is an expose, an amazing read, a compendium of facts gleaned about these intruders since he and I last spoke many years ago.

Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 

Paul Schroeder's bio:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had: a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

by Paul Schroeder


Q-"What's your first recollection of aliens?"

I shall never forget my first alien abduction recollection; I was about six years old or perhaps a little younger.



As a child I saw alien entities rarely described anywhere else in alien related literature.

In my many years of research on this subject I have rarely come across similar descriptions by any other alien abductee or by one who has described someone else's experiences with alien entities.

Two aliens came for a visit with me late one summer night at ten o'clock in the evening and must have stunted my growth by scaring the bejeebers out of me, when I was a very young child.



This happened a short while after both parents had put me safely to bed for sleep; I do remember being wide awake and still up, listening to the night sounds of crickets and katydids chirping loudly on Shore Road, overlooking the Narrows in Bay Ridge.

I do recall that I was wearing my pajamas and already in bed, alone and wide awake in my bedroom.

Two astoundingly diminutive non human creatures hovered outside my fourth story bedroom window, an apartment window which had no fire escape or ledge.

They appeared to be no larger than 8-12 inches long, from alien head to alien toe.

They were almost puppet like, with small wrinkled, wizened, gnome like miniature features on little heads completely encased in what clearly looked like glass see-through diving / space helmets.

(In retrospect, with much after thought, they apparently did not  breathe our atmosphere's  mostly nitrogen, planetary air mixture.)

There were two of them, bobbing and floating outside of my window, tapping on my window screen!

They were dressed in tiny, snug fitting silver/gray reflecting flight suits of sorts.

I do recall that their tiny helmet encased faces were very ugly and most wrinkled.

I wondered where they lived or had come from, in an attempt to control my raw fear.



They bobbed and hovered, just outside of my 4th story, flimsy ill fitting wooden window screen, tapping on it with little hands! 

I did not realize that they were alien creatures, but I knew that they were alive creatures who wanted me to come to them at the window!

Ugly space puppets in glass helmets and flight suits?

I could not believe what my young eyes told me.

There was a tapping at the screen.



It grew strangely silent and all insect sounds suddenly ceased, a sudden quiet that descends when EMFs are emitted from alien presences and technologies, close by; this phenomenon has since been labeled the, "Oz effect".

A large dresser-bureau was between my bed and the window.

I had to lean the front part of my body sideways off of the bed and almost halfway to the floor and twist my head, to see around the bulky piece of furniture so  I could peer out, towards my window.

Suddenly, I was aware that in addition to the sudden silence of the multitudinous crickets and katydids outside, I could no longer as well hear television sounds from the living room, where my parents were watching television.

I heard the tapping and was worried and curious; I quickly swung down and around to look.

Two ugly, miniature, dark, puppet like, clear helmet encased, gnome like creatures stared into the window, back at me!

As they bobbed gently up and down in midair, I heard a conversational exchange between them, the sounds of which I have not forgotten for fifty years since.

It was a buzzing sound like hornets in a jar.

I recognized, even then as a very young child, that they were talking to each other, first one, and then the other, back and forth, in a conversation without words, an odd hollow buzzing exchange; it sounded  like angry bees in a glass jar.

My eyes opened wide and I shrank back in fear and pulled the blanket over my head.



I recall thinking that I had never before seen anything that resembled these tiny puppet-like creatures, and also realized that nothing quite like this had ever happened to me, before,  as the fear grew to almost stop my breath.

My mouth fell wide open in awe and terror.

Fear tingled and crawled across my forehead and down both arms and legs.

Then an idea surfaced and repeated itself: 

" It's not possible", I thought and I shook my head, still under the blanket.

I could not at all accept what I was seeing!

On impulse, I drew the blanket away from my head and peered around the corner of the bed, though fear told me that I should not dare to again risk exposing myself or my face, to their view.

Very quickly, this time, I swung down and around to steel myself for another prolonged hard peek. 

Abject disbelief forced me to  again stare out at that window.

Two pairs of eyes looked back!

There was a tapping on the screen.

I exploded backwards into the bed in panic, and again threw the blanket over my head paralyzed with raw terror.

Electric waves of fear ran across my forehead and down my arms.

I was so filled with fear, that I could scarcely breathe!



I could NOT have imagined it, I thought.

But I knew that I had not and could not bring myself to look again, my fear was so great.

I huddled in the corner of the bed terrified and in agony of a terrible dilemma.

I was too scared to even think about calling out to my parents.

I tried very hard to believe that these creatures hadn't really seen me and if I were very quiet maybe they'd go away..

But, If I didn't look again, I somehow reasoned, I would never know if what I saw was real, and my curiosity burned within almost as strongly as my fear.

I reasoned that if I did look again and they were still there, I would lose my mind to fear.

I peeked again, long and hard, this time..

They hovered, bobbing in air, staring back at me.

In what may have been a child's hysterical reaction to a fearful experience of very high strangeness, or perhaps alien mind control, I  recall that I crawled into a corner of my bed and immediately fell quite fast asleep.

I've no notion of what happened, after those moments.

Since that experience, I have learned more about the nature and motives of those tiny beings, gnome-like tiny aliens who are closely associated with reptoid-greys and abductions of humans.

Aliens have always been here and are as native and terrestrial to our planet as are thunderstorms; they are the game wardens of this preserve that we call 'Earth and like good game wardens they do not let the creatures within suspect that it is indeed a preserve.

They are inter dimensional as well as inter galactic and can and do use the same dimension that ghosts and demons do to enter and exit our physical reality.

The lower Earth animal forms seen as reptiles, amphibians, insects, are mirrored and echoed by the higher technological forms which have often been seen aboard craft, forms who have lent their DNA to create this preserve.

We , too, are constructs of their creative meddling.

When people ask them,"Where are you from?"

 "Where do you come from?", they are often told,

"We come from within."

That is, after physical abductions, seeking " sanctuary", their possessing energies are deposited, not unlike the lamprey parasites that they are, within the multi layered human psyche/mind.

Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 


BIO:
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, until he saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew  that they were interested in an essence he never suspected that he had; a soul.

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that  can be used to thwart further attacks.

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with people, to avoid the death that they fear and  to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls ,stuck to your energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

THE UFO PHOTOGRAPHER'S STORY: as reported in UFO News and reports:

"An experienced photographer was driving in a remote area near Nashville, Tennessee on the night of July 14, 1989.

He saw a light behind the trees on top of a mountain several miles away at about 9:00 PM. He stopped his car, opened the trunk, picked up two cameras, a Canon AE-1 and a Canon T-90, that had previously been loaded with film.

He started walking toward the bright light.

The light came over the mountain several miles away and he started taking pictures with the cameras.

He noticed a coronal discharge from around the perimeter of the object.

It appeared to be materializing and coming into his vision.

The bright light continued moving toward him. He aimed the camera at the light and started taking photos.

His first photo was taken about 30 degrees above the horizon.

When the object stopped he was shooting at about 50 degree up with the object still about four to six miles away.

The photographer states, "I had a feeling that the craft was behind the mountain waiting for me and when it appeared it felt like I was in another world, the sounds were far, far away."

He looked at the object but could not see any definition, the light was far too bright and too far away.

When he looked through the lens the craft was sharp and vivid.

The craft was visible for more than five minutes, but less than ten.

It seemed like forever.

He changed the lens package from the T-90 to the AE-1 camera and continued shooting using all his film.

He felt he was not in control of what was happening.

He remembers constantly pushing the buttons on the back of the T-90, each time he made a change it sharpened the image.

The T-90 Canon with his lens package cost $3,400.00 and has four computer chips and at the time was one of the most professional cameras you could buy when it was purchased in 1985.

" There were other witnesses, but they have been reluctant to come forward. They also were taking pictures, but the field around the craft interfered with the film as the craft moved away. They did not have high magnification lens so there was not enough definition to make the craft identifiable.

The photographer does not want his name revealed.


The Canon T-9- was set up with a spacer, two 2-2 X multipliers and 500 mm mirror lens with five filters.

The lens package was 2000 mm plus. The speed of the film using the film push process is close to 3000.

The camera was set up to take scenery at a distance.

The computerized camera with computer chips was set to open the aperture as wide as possible.

ASA Kodak 400 or above film was used. Push processing was ordered when developing the film.

FILM ANALYSIS Analysis of the film shows unusual colors not normally seen in any lighted object.

The colors indicate a coronal discharge similar to the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights.) The photographs show a craft with approximately 32 red, white and blue perimeter lights.

These lights are not used in normal aircraft configuration. At times they appear all red. At other times they are all white. Sometimes outer perimeter lights appear mixed in color indicating they may have the ability to change color.

Inside the outer perimeter lights are panels of lights. These also appear to have the ability to change color. Although they are predominantly white they are sometimes seen as partially red or black.

Assuming that the craft is 100 feet in diameter these outer panels take up about 40 feet or 20 feet on each side.

Below the center of craft there appears to be a crystal or lights with crystal like appearance.

Generally these lights appear blue. craft appears to rotate in the photos.

These were authentic photographs of an actual flying craft the photographer for 24 years and the man worked for him for ten years. He has always been know to tell the truth and was of high character.

Editor's Note: I have observed a UFO at close distance.

The colors of the smoke probably a coronal discharge were similar to what I saw.

The lights themselves have an unusual depth of color. When you look at a colored light it is normally a white light covered by a lens of red, yellow, green, blue .

The lights on the craft appear as if the light contain the actual color. There is a vividness of color that is difficult to describe that appears to be in these photos.

The fog or plasma is penetrated by the powerful lights shining downward.

The lights extend down for an estimated seventy-five feet to one hundred plus feet and seem to stop abruptly. Duplication of this capability is exceptionally difficult to accomplish with any normal lights. I have never seen lights that have these properties except on a UFO."

After seeing this quite unbelieveable article and its capture photo, I wondered at the technology wampum given to us, by these stealthy masters of our universe

Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer: lasers, fiber optics, nuclear power, cold fusion anti gravity, microwaves, stealth technology,

nanotechnology,

microchips,

specialized surgical tools,

cloning-genetic engineering-

and most recently we scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments.

All of these magical technologies were successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.

We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, even though he is the complete opposite of the charming, handsome gracious, elevated spirit in film and in book.

He, in reptilian form and in grey form instead sees us in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens.

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

{ http://soulofwit.com/ }

(Copyright 2015, Paul Schroeder - All Rights Reserved)

<Edited by Robert D. Morniingstar>

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Author's note:

I am "he" ...

And this recollection is genuine.

However, I chose the pronoun, "he", to make this vividly recalled abduction, more easily acceptable to the uninitiated reader.

ABDUCTION RECOLLECTION:

He is flying high over a lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills and though he knows that it must be night, within the tractor light-beam, under a moving craft,  the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day, but he knows it's night, because he is told that he is dreaming.

For a few brief seconds, until he is drawn into the craft, he sees the green granular nature of the trees below, and feels the  visual exhilaration of flying, but rather than fear, he is filled with a combined sense of peace and joyous happiness.

He marvels at the texture and color of his neighborhood, and his movement above it.  He is dreaming, but he is awake.  The smaller craft lands near a much larger ship, hiding in plain sight, in a field.

He is told by a small, dark, grey alien, always just out of sight, that he is to wait on line, for a tour of a country estate.

He is numb and is  surreal vividly dreaming,  but he feels that he is awake.  He  moves forward, people in front of him and in back of him,   on a narrow path surrounded by a false screen memory of a flat, unidimensional static scene,  a photograph of an English garden. 

It is hot and humid with the rank smell of soil.  People clutch what looks like brochures and move slowly in a single line, towards the country estate, bored, and only mildly interested.  He approaches the door of the large alien craft.  A ticket taker sits at the entrance way, on a stool behind a lectern, observing the entering crowd, a doorway official seen as a slim teenager.

 He thinks it odd, that such a young caretaker should seemingly be in charge, and as he lifts his eyes to meet the teen's gaze,  the young boy turns into a kindly old man.

"It's mind control, not shape-shifting", he is told, by a sonorous tour-guide's voice, in answer to his unasked thought.

Everyone is awake but also dreaming.  Inside is a waiting room, dirty, dull and round, a white room with no adornments and a black floor.

He awakens, dreaming and feels that the room is in flight.  It is a dream within a dream. Awake again, briefly, he is dreaming while standing upright, walking in his sleep, climbing  a steep metal stairway ladder path-bridge, that leads to a very large room at the top of the stairs.  Someone in front of him dreams, andwakes up dreaming.

He looks to his right, as he climbs, to see  an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the staircase's whole upper wall of the alien craft, and as he climbs, feeling very numb, he pauses, and stops the line of mass abducted people.

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other, hanging in the blackness of space.   He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window and cups his chin in his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees: 

Outside is blackness...

The Earth, in the far right portion of the glass window, hangs suspended in a black nothingness, a planet swimming in blue-white haze, with a large red area, perhaps, the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula.

Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness.  Far away, violet splashes of nebulae, and points of red pinpoint starlight, intersperse with millions of white stars.  Chin in his hands, he leans over and says in a wistful, admiring tone,

 "These people who live at THIS estate have some view; what a view!"

The small, dark, grey alien tour guide became startled and all at once,  the window's 3-D space scene, becomes  a painted uni-dimensional flat portrait,  of an English garden landscape.

Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, but now at the expanse of poster-like green lawn, of a garden landscape, he dully repeats,

"They DO have a nice view!"

The tour guide, startled to hear him repeat this praise, seemingly unaware that the scene of the garden had already worked to distract him,  knee-jerk- reflex -overreacted; he is slammed with a mind control jolt.

                               
The alien creature tightens and magnifies its short psychic leash of control to throw him into a vivid emotional ecstasy, and he feels compelled to look down at his feet, and away from the window's view.

The simple metallic ladder- path underfoot, transforms into carved inlaid wood one, delicately patterned and dazzlingly ornate, an inlaid ebony and maple wood design, cryptic and deeply beautiful in motif and complexity.

He is forced to kneel to examine it, his eyes now fully away from the stars, Earth and moon, seen outside the enormous, curved window .

Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.   Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods,  forces an almost religious awe, which courses through his brain,  to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe for the dazzling wood patterns, and for the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts him, a gifted attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the craft's window.

The sleeping line of climbing people is now fully stopped by his fawning and repeated examinations, of the simple metal staircase, as he repeatedly retraces his steps to examine it, in a rapture.

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The tour guide, just out of sight, presumes that the delusion is strong enough to have worked and he hears a resonant, deep, paternal, impatient voice, now within his head, "Just keep going; it will be there, for you to see, when you get back."

"But, things change so quickly, in dreams",  he thinks, "and this gorgeous wood stairway, will likely not be there, when I return."

He lingers, enthralled.

The alien ' guide',  who tethers him and all the others, within a snug cocoon of illusions, had deftly made a simple, metal staircase, the un-rightful recipient of that stolen awe, of the magnificent scene viewed outside the craft's window. But when he awakens, he DOES remember the staircase and  his monumental awe of the spectacular space scene, outside the curved window, of the alien craft;

"Astounding creatures, uncanny, psychic, mind-bending, short- leash-controls..."  

He  dully thinks, when he awakens exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.  And 'dreams', in a gnawing realization, could no longer ever again, be trusted  to merely be, .. 'dreams'...

BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.  Then, I knew that they were more interested in an essence, that I never suspected I had: -> a Soul.

http://www.soulofwit.com/paulschroeder

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Postscript

Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual "shift"  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.

Unlearning fear is a step-by-step acceptance and assertion, of one's spiritual'Self', a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one's materialphysical self.

One's longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.

For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.  From the stance of self-recognition as an eternal spirit, one can then insist on "one's own space' as spiritual fruition.

Avoid  church-based or organized religions and put the Bible on the same shelf as "The Tooth Fairy," for God is real, but He's to be found down a long hall, andsomewhere else...

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